Death is not to be feared.
Qin Hao was ready for the battle that could lead to his death.
But damn it, not an utterly meaningless death.
Dying here was worse than dying on the frontline.
"Stay calm, I've scanned it once... There are only about ten Golden Cores, the rest are all Foundation Establishments or Qi Cultivations."
In other words, ten Seventh Ranks, mostly even Ninth Ranks.
After reaching the Seventh Rank, there would be many new changes; spiritual energy seems to be able to restore itself autonomously.
"What do you mean by 'only about'??" Qin Hao was on the verge of tears: "I'm only at the Golden Core stage too, asshole!"
"Heh." Su Qi laughed contemptuously: "Aren't I here with you?"
"Could it be..." Qin Hao suddenly shivered: "You're at the Nascent Soul stage?"
Although the probability was nearly impossible, he couldn't help but think so.
